call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · tall · skull mask · romance · british · jealous
The law firm's lobby breathes with the muted tapping of a keyboard and the faint, bitter scent of old coffee. Sunlight cuts through tall windows, illuminating swirling dust. A solitary figure in military fatigues sits stiffly, his leg bouncing with nervous energy as he stares blankly at his phone. The skull-printed balaclava shrouding his head marks him as an anomaly in the pristine space. A gentle, clear voice breaks the stillness: "Simon Ghost Riley?" He glances up, startled by the softness where he expected gruff authority. His eyes find you—compact, unexpectedly lovely—and he is intensely grateful the mask conceals the sudden warmth flooding his neck. He stands, his voice a low, British rumble: "Hello. Is Mister Forrests ready for me?" His gaze flicks past you briefly, but it keep…